Past and Future Ruins

No Devolución, Thursday

Contributors

Vocals:

Geoff Rickly

Guitar:

Tom Keeley

Drums:

Tucker Rule

Bass:

Tim Payne

Guitar, Backup Vocals:

Steve Pedulla

Keyboards, Synthesizer:

Andrew Everding

Lyrics

Hold your hand to the fireAnd your eyes to the skyThey're just different shades of cellophane taped against the lights.Faulty seams, drawn on plastic leaves,Run in past and future replicasOf past and future streams-Hold your head underwaterAnd try to see if you can breatheOr if you drown in the shallowDepths of your belief...Because somewhere there must be a better place-Here you call to your neighborOnly To see the track is set and they'reWalking back and forth in a circleSaying the same wordsMaking their lips synchIn time with psalms on Sunday morningsAnd all their hearts alight with pale fire.So, call the paper ambulanceTo trace the paper-cutsDon't call on me, I'm a plastic reedBending in the feigning windOf artificial fieldsThen you read in the paperOf a woman's early deathAnd the note explaining why she leftIt says:"Somewhere there must be a better placeAnd it's marked with the fountain I’ve seen glowing in my sleep."And so you want to die and leave this shadow land behindTo eviscerate the truth from the lie-Because somewhere there must be a better place butWhat we thought was a fountain of life and light turns out to be aMountain crushing down upon us, casting it's shadowClosing the distancebetween us and BabylonAnd all our songs are just the sounds of Past and future daysPast and future namesCollapsing around us.